#WOLposting

[dynal]

"Have you ever gotten everything you ever wanted?"

"No. But I once came very close."

[koko-mochi]

I love seeing everyone’s WoL ships.

I love seeing the Warrior of Light find love and happiness to sustain them through the hardest moments of their journey.

I love seeing the Warrior of Light find tenderness and gentleness despite the overwhelming brutality of their existence.

The Warrior of Light needs chances to be mortal, respite from the monster that everyone needs them to be.

[absolutelyfibulas]

Embarrassing sibling photo time.

[koukouture]

Please elaborate!!! And feel free to make it angsty bc I need to feel something

[tokyodrift-ffxiv]

YEEHAW

i think i'm in love with Yyasulani (reminds me of good ol' Uldah). it was me and Hades (my chocobo) against the ever looming threat of the destruction of the star world...

[sunderedazem]

Character Associations: Corrain de Fortemps (formerly Gealai)

Fill out 3 or more symbolic associations for each category! (Thanks to @azems-familiar and @calico-heart for the tag!)

✴EMOTIONS/FEELINGS✴

Loneliness - an orphan from the beginning, who loses his loved ones as he finds them Wonder - at the world, from the smallest of plants to the largest of buildings and the weirdest of creatures Fury - at himself, most of all, for failing to protect everyone. He will next time. He has to. Elation - at the joy of discovering new things, spending time with his loved ones, and executing the perfect prank

✴COLORS✴

Blue, the color of a robin's egg - the luminous hue of a(n un)sundered soul. Light passes through and stains all he touches bright and clear. Burgundy, the color of red wine - grief and sorrow and love, a bleeding heart. The soul of a lover long forgotten, but no less loved. White, the color of Coerthan snow - home and hearth, crisp joy and hope, the color of light magic and lilies. Footprints in the snow will always guide him home again Pink, the color of a just-blooming rose - Dawn skies and a blush on round cheeks. Laughter around the fire after being out in the cold. the color of rebirth

✴SCENTS✴

Honeysuckle - sweet and floral, fresh from the earth. Just a quick taste of joy Rusted Iron - the tang of blood in his mouth, the rasp of a blade. something to fight through, to defeat and live on Old Books - Musty and secretive, dust on the pages. He will learn everything this world has to teach.

✴OBJECTS✴

His Staff - silver and collapsible. Hidden easily in the hilt of a greatsword. The gentle soul of of a healer concealed within the steely rage of a protector Broken Shield - Left for a fallen brother, a reminder of loss. A horrifying memory writ in rent metal. Travel-stained Journal - a record of who he once was. it charts both the growth and the chipping facade. Rosewood Cane - a mobility aid, for after he gives everything. He will have his independence- but he's not afraid to learn new ways to find it.

✴BODY LANGUAGE✴

Coiling Tail - it winds around the people he loves. He's never been able to break the habit, nor does he want to Insistent Headbutt - scritch his ears. scritch his ears. he loves you. he loves you. love him back (you cannot escape) Crooked Smile - He's gotten an Idea. Watch out! Swiveling Ears - he's listening, always, to whatever is needed. He's strong enough to bear your burdens with you.

✴AESTHETICS✴

White Gloves, stained - A nobleman's child, by adoption and choice, and a hero to boot. Surely you won't see the bloodstains. A Candle Flame - a small light to banish the dark. he will burn himself out eventually, but not today Soft Mist in the Morning - Gray sunlight and the cool sprinkle of clouds on skin. A mysterious beginning, and a world to discover.

And...I dunno many other folks who play, so- if you see this- TAG! you're it, mfer! :D

[thoughtfullytired]

"I'm sorry it's been so long, you know how I always used to struggle with the cold...and it hasn't gotten much warmer since you left us..."

[mountrokkon]

a kiss worth a thousand words ❤️

[beancalzone]

Yeah im being super normal about my new dnd character

[estinienn]

i think chihaya is objectively good at formal and political speak, having been a princess and all, but as wol they can just choose not to bother

not at first, though, it probably started with everyone in arr belittling them and likening them to 'just an adventurer' (no one in eorzea knew what the fuck an au ra is and chihaya had probably never been faced with people who didnt offer immediate respect)

now im imagining al.phinaud mid-character-growth finding out they're a princess and being like "oh gods i disrespected royalty?!" "that is so not the point–"

[dynal]

"It was at that moment I realized... having two men who loved me as much as they did was like having a million gil in the bank."

[koko-mochi]

scholar — for the single-word drive!

"Wait," the archon hummed a small sound of disbelief, "don't tell me the vaunted Warrior of Light doesn't know how to read!"

R'koko sucked on her bottom lip, her brow creased in concentration as she stared at the pages in front of her. Raw text--no pictures or diagrams--filled the paper. When her friend had invited her to spend an afternoon in the Noumenon together, R'koko had assumed that all Y'shtola wanted was some company--something to break up the monotony of reading book after book on opening voidgates and navigating the rift; perhaps some of R'koko's insight based on the times that she had spent traversing the rift. R'koko had not been expecting Y'shtola to put a book in her hands and ask her to read it aloud.

It was easy to forget the cloudy-eyed Scion was blind. For the most part, she moved through the world as well as anyone else, using aethersight to find her way. And while she was not forthcoming about the toll that aethersight took on her body, there was no denying the benefit that it provided her. Her limitations did, however, make themselves known when it came to books. In a tragic twist, the scholarly miqo'te could not see the words on a page unless they were written in enchanted ink or embossed into the paper. Stone tablets were easier, because letters were carved into their surface, but if they were worn and weathered Y'shtola struggled with them.

Regardless, Y'shtola was never one to let her struggles show, so R'koko didn't think twice about whether her friend would be able to read books on her own with aethersight.

In this case, however, it would seem not. R'koko's heart had hammered in her chest as Y'shtola put the book in her hands. The Warrior of Light had opened the cover and been disappointed and a bit panicked to find no pictures. At least pictures would have helped R'koko fake it, keep her best friend believing that she could read, staving off pity and disappointment and deep embarrassment.

Instead line after line of strange characters stretched out across the page. And about a minute into her halting and labored attempt to read the book aloud, Y'shtola had stopped her, her face a mix of surprise and amusement. The Warrior of Light couldn't read.

"I never had reason to learn back home," R'koko murmured. And it was true. She had shown tremendous talent and skill as a hunter from a young age, and the leaders of her village cultivated those skills in her, rather than literacy or other more traditional elements of classroom education.

Y'shtola smiled gently. R'koko didn't want to look, didn't want to see the pity on her friend's face. But when the archon spoke there was no pity there, only kindness and intimacy. "I wish I could teach you. I wish I had known when we had first met in La Noscea." She stifled a chuckle. "Maybe I did know, could tell, by the way you stared at that memorial stone in Seasong Grotto, with such a perplexed look on your face."

R'koko's shoulders sagged. "Your memory is too good, you know."

Y'shtola leaned forward, whispering into R'koko's ear, "Maybe you're just too memorable."

R'koko blushed, but the comment disarmed her. "Just," she stammered, "don't let the twins know I can't read, okay?"

"My lips are sealed," Y'shtola said, the corner of a smile creeping into her words. "Can you imagine though? You would never hear the end of it from Alphinaud."

R'koko rolled her eyes. "I know." They both laughed, and R'koko relaxed. Y'shtola really was her dearest, most important friend, and as the two miqo'te laughed together R'koko wondered why she had ever hidden this from her, because of course Y'shtola wouldn't judge her for her illiteracy.

"As for the matter at hand," Y'shtola nodded towards the book R'koko was holding, "shall we fetch G'raha? He'll be able to read that. And I have a feeling your secret will be safe with him."

"Right," said R'koko, "G'raha it is."

[teh-kittykat]

Oh hell yes she look goooooooooood.

Gonna stylishly chop up ALL the things.

[absolutelyfibulas]

Channeling elmofire.png for Ai's demon outfit this year.

[rumils]

long'd the boy in c+

[sunchipanim]

Drew my WoL with Tharja for some reason